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It's dim, sliding towards darkness, even though it's not quite four o'clock. A Mistle Thrush flies out from the towpath thorn hedge. A little further along Redwings are gathering in the hedges, as if to roost. But their flight movements can continue into the night; a friend heard their calls as they flew over our garden on bonfire night (5th November).
I'm sorry to see an old Sycamore has been felled next to the filling station. When the sapling sprouted, perhaps around the time of the Second World War, the area around the river bridge was a greener place.
We notice more and more trees that were damaged in the storm.